A/N: April should start going up tomorrow.
March 31
It is not so much our friend's help that helps us as the confident knowledge that they will help us. – Epicurus
"Are you sure about this, Abs?" Tony queried nervously.
"Of course!" Abby beamed. "You're the right height and build, and I can't really ask the others to do this for me."
"Why not?" Tony grumbled. "McGee would happily do this, and you just have to smile sweetly at Gibbs and he'll do your bidding."
"I already told you," she smiled. "They aren't the right height or build. And anyway, Gibbs is scaring Lieutenant Parker in Interrogation and McGee is hacking into the CIA. You were only sitting at your desk."
"I was working," he objected.
"You were throwing chips at Ziva! Not very productive," she pointed out.
"And this is a brand new shirt!" he protested. "Five hundred bucks! Only bought it yesterday."
"I've already told you," she smirked. "You can take the shirt off if you want, but I haven't got anything else for you to wear."
"Borrow some scrubs from the Autopsy Gremlin," Tony suggested. "I could borrow a shirt from the Probie if you give me five minutes."
"But Gibbs needs the results as soon as possible," Abby pleaded. "He won't be happy with you if you're the reason for the delay."
Tony considered this carefully for a few moments. "Fine. But I'm going to bill someone for this shirt."
Abby nodded and they took up their positions. The Goth picked up a large tin of red paint and took aim. She threw the contents at a terrified-looking Tony.
"Finished?" he checked, gingerly wiping the paint from his eyes.
"Thanks, Tony!" Abby giggled as she examined the cloth screen behind him. "I can check the blood splatter patterns much better now!"
"Don't mention it," Tony muttered as he slipped away in his ruined shirt.